Photos @ MindSay

They didn't seem to mind me at all.


A gold star to those who know what kind of car this is. (Josh, you cannot participate since you were there.)






Looks like something I would write.


Achtung!


It was such a fun day!


Hehe, indeed! That's one reason why I don't do drugs! ;) Another gold star for those who get the reference.

I'm still recovering from all the fun I had visiting with Rebekah and Josh last weekend. Looking over the photos I took, I still can't believe it's a week later. In my mind I still feel like I'm back there with them in Janesville! Or like I could just walk next door and there's their house. If I ever wanted to have the super ability to teleport, I'd love to have it now. Words... not even song lyrics can describe clearly how wonderful our visit was. All I can say is wish you were there! And here's the closest thing I can get to teleporting you there... but first we're going to jump into the mountain of leaves Rebekah's daughter Savannah and her friend Ricky created the afternoon just before I left for home! With us is Rebekah's sister Rachael (jeez, hope I spelled your name right! Reply to me and let me know what your mindsay blog is again, Rachael!) who was an absolute gem to hang out with. You all gave me such fond memories, it makes me weep with joy!!!













Before I went go bye-bye, I couldn't resist playing in Rebekah's houseplants:





I want to write more, but the computer labs at the university close in five minutes and I've been sleeping in late (or is that staying up late? BOTH) for the last couple days. More to come! I love sharing. Yay!

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The Mondays after half-term are always shite. :/
Saying that, Mondays in general are shite.

I've gotten the script for Spieluhr finished off. Sarah is going to talk with me about it in the next coursework lesson - she wants examples of Rammstein's other music videos too.
She did originally say she wanted to see their most recent one - but that would have meant showing her Pussy - and I said "Well, I could show you their newest one, but it's A BIT PORNAGRAPHIC." - so she soon changed her mind. Her face was funny. :D

I'd say the script is still a 'work-in-progress', it's just basic - I think I need to make it a bit more weird and disturbing if I ever want it to achieve the amount of controversy that Sarah seems to be expecting from me.
I'm not sure where she gets this idea about me from - but it's funny. :)

Photography seemed to be more a debate than a bloody lesson today.
Paul was having a whinge about the A2 students not being motivated enough - and he asked us how they could improve the lessons - I took this as a chance to basically spurt my thoughts.

One thing I said was proper funny - I complained about how lax Paul seems to be about everything. He says we're not arsed - well he's even less arsed than we are.
When he "sets deadlines", he doesn't give dates - he FLINGS HIS ARMS IN THE AIR. So I imitated this.
I amused myself, at least. :)

Then Hayley suggested we need to have our work displayed on the vast empty boards in the room. So he made us go and print three of our photos onto A4 paper.
I chose my epic Vulcan Street sign, my best one of Nelly and Loz and the cute one of Melody with the camera case.







And then I got the chance to prove how witty I am:

Michelle: "Are we doing A4 or A3?"
Dixie: "We're actually doing A2."

A bad pun, but it made Shelly and Michelle piss. :D

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For the majority of the day, I've not felt the best. I've been slightly lapsed for a while now - but Shelly did manage to cheer me up slightly. We played Canis Canem Edit together and Guitar Hero 5.
Shelly came at about 3 in the afternoon because she was spending the night after coming with us to Ian's Halloween party.
Mam had bought mini bags of Haribo Starmix for the brats who knock on the door and she said I couldn't have any - but I snaffled some when she wasn't looking. :P

Although the party was pretty good - I had a laugh with Christine, talked with Laura about film-making, talked with Mark about games - had a laugh with Lisa and her friend in the kitchen - drank a few bottles of iron brew WKD and cuddled up with Shelly on the sofa for a while - it was dad who had to go and ruin it.

And he didn't just ruin the party for me - he ruined the whole of tonight. He's SUCH a fucking ARSEHOLE.
He's starting to make me hate him again. A while back I disliked mam for being bitchy all the time, but she's settled down, she's just a knob when it suits her - but dad's a total fucking prick all the time.
And this is tripled, maybe even quadrupled when he's drunk.

He ALWAYS, without fail - will upset me when I'm drunk - but apparently he upset Christine as well - he upset Shelly by being a general arsehole, touching her up - and not just her, Lisa and Amy as well - and I know that mam wasn't best pleased with him either.

Not only this - but when we got home - Shelly and I were cuddled up on the floor and duvet pile together - some chavs had set fire to a car outside, so we had mam mooching about being generally nosey - all these fire engines and police cars going by at two in the morning with their lights and sirens going - then this inflamed car decided to start randomly EXPLODING. Shelly and I were just like SERIOUSLY WTF.

After this drama, we all settled down and tried to get back to what we were doing - dad decides to blunder about naked on the landing, throwing up all over the carpet and the suitcase by the ottoman. So he's being noisy, as well as flashing everything to Shelly who was unfortunate enough to catch a glimpse when she was going to the toilet.
And as a result of him throwing up everywhere - he kept mam awake as well as us - he was pissing about mopping everywhere up with toilet roll for about 45 minutes - then there was the racket of mam getting the mop bucket out.

It was like the first time in ages I was in a reasonable mood, I wasn't TOO depressed - thus rendering my sex drive reasonably okay - and he just had to go and turn me RIGHT off. Vomit is one of my phobias, for a start - but I couldn't feel at all comfortable knowing he was falling about like a twat on the landing outside the door and mam was dragged away to clean up after him.
I felt really sorry for her actually - I'm just glad she didn't have work on Sunday and dad did - ha, the twat, that'll fucking teach him.

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Party photos:



Me, as an evil deranged jester - and Ian as The Crow. :D



Shelly and I. :D



Mam, myself, Shelly and dad - as Yoda. :S



Amy, Dan, Ian, Mark and Laura. :D



Christine and Roger. :D

Earlier tonight we saw a man in downtown Madison wearing a Guy Fawkes mask. It was so cool!

So here are some photos I've taken from the "not-too-long-ago".




Lavender.


Smoke floating over the ground like a ghost as the sun sets in a brilliant red.


I love the older Japanese cars.


Mornin' Glory!






So, more tomorrow. Yay!